I can still remember riding around the ards peninsula in northern Ireland on my gp100 about 25 years ago. My m8's dad had a holiday cottage and we had a girl each. The girls got a lift down to the cottage, but this isn't the most memorable part of the weekend (despite being a teenager at the time and just discovering the joys of the female body).

What I remember most is the ride home, and tailgating, as a previous poster mentioned. My little gp had a headlight as effective as a cheap torch.and the only way I could see was to sit up the backside of a car in front, so hats off to those scooter boys.

Won't be long before the EU forces us to have someone walk in front of us at 4mph in hi vis and with a flashing red banner, personally I prefer to take a little risk and have a little fun :-)